Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 15:45:30 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 20
Rue Dauphine 20
Lance Kyle
How beautiful that anyone could be THAT color--have THAT hair--THOSE
facial features...the people of the house on Rue Dauphine may as well have
lived by that blessed creed. Cloud's arrival sparked intense interest, not
of any disrespectful or degrading sort, but curiosity in what his beautiful
body looked like, American Indians being beyond the experience of everybody
there.
The day after his arrival at the house, Cloud slept late, exhausted from
weeks of living on the street, narcotized by the blissful session with
Scott and James the night before. Scott and James slipped out of the bed
early and down the hall to shower, then back to dress, without ever waking
the sixteen year old Indian boy. Delilah and Niobe, accustomed to rising
early, put out breakfast for everyone. But then, with smiles and giggles,
they ran back upstairs while everyone was eating, and into the room where
Cloud was just waking. Immediately throwing off their clothes, the twelve
and fourteen year old girls slipped into bed with him.
Cloud woke in some confusion to find, in place of the white man and deep
chocolate boy he went to sleep with, a mulatto and a dark brown girl. As
soon as he got his bearings, Niobe and Delilah pulled him out of bed and
down the hall to clean up. Coming back, they pulled him into bed again,
the two girls lying side by side. Cloud crawled up onto the bed, at first
between the two, straddling a leg of each, where he kissed first Delilah's
tiny pear shaped breasts and then Niobe's grapefruit sized breasts. His
long shiny black hair hung down and brushed the shoulders of each girl,
each one running her fingers through it to inspect its color and texture.
Cloud now kissed first one girl and then the other, full lips of three
different colors locking, sucking, tongues playing. The girls took turns
reaching for his iron hard sixteen year old copper dark penis and fondling
it, running their hands along his sides and back, tweaking his dark copper
nipples on his flat chest.
Then Cloud flipped a mental coin and shifted over to cover Delilah, holding
himself off of her with one palm on the bed while his other hand positioned
the knob of his rigid penis at the entrance to her vagina and moved it up
and down, increasing her lubrication and making her moan softly in
pleasure. Then in one motion he entered the twelve year old mulatto girl,
who gasped and tensed for a moment, then relaxed and began rubbing Cloud's
chest and abdomen. His black hair fell down onto her chest. Niobe turned
on her side and watched the show, as Cloud began a very quick rhythm of
banging, swinging his hips in and out, the urgency of his morning erection
driving him on. Before long he groaned and gasped and arched his torso,
pushing his hips forward as he shot semen into the mulatto girl who pulled
him down onto her chest where he lay panting and gasping.
He had hardly recovered before Niobe pulled him toward her, making him
scoot forward up her torso, his still thick and turgid dark brown red penis
trailing a little slime, until his knees were on either side of her chest.
Niobe took his penis into her mouth and began sucking and gently sliding it
in and out. With her hands she grabbed his buttocks and began kneading
them. Cloud gasped and moaned and before long his penis was as hard as
ever. Niobe then pushed him back down her torso until his penis batted her
dark crinkly patch of pubic hair. Reaching down she tilted her pelvis and
slipped Cloud inside of herself.
Cloud lowered himself down onto her, his thin chest squashed against her
taut grapefruit shaped brown breasts. He cupped her around her shoulders
while she threw her legs over the small of his back and with her hands
pulled him into her. Locked together tightly, dark brown skin and copper
skin sliding against each other on a film of fluids, Cloud began the labor
of a second ejaculation within minutes of the first. Writhing together,
Cloud's bottom clenching and relaxing rhythmically as he pumped in and out
of Niobe, together they worked long minutes. Lying right by Niobe, Delilah
masturbated herself, never taking her eyes off the couple, to bring herself
to a climax.
Niobe came first, moaning and thrashing, grinding out Cloud's name in a
guttural roar. The tightening and spasming of her vagina finally brought
Cloud off, who groaned and cursed as his body tensed and he shot another
load into the dark brown girl's vagina. And then Delilah brought herself
to a climax with her hand, thrashing and shuddering on the bed. Cloud
rolled off in the direction of Delilah and all three cuddled for a while as
they returned to normal. Then Niobe spanked Cloud's butt hard and said,
"Come, all three of us have work to do," and laughing they went to the
shower bath where they soaped each other up.
Two days later another group of fugitives came to the house. Everyone
could see that Cloud's strong aversion to slavery would serve him in good
stead in this work, as he was tenderly solicitous of everyone, seeing to
their every need. Meanwhile, Scott discussed the matter with King and they
both agreed that Cloud would be a good candidate to inherit the ring. King
did not especially want it. He thought he had no special powers. Scott's
Uncle Balthazar had given King a few talismans and taught him some simple
charms but King felt that was the limit of his powers. They decided to
pass the ring on to Cloud once Scott obtained it legally.
So in the meantime Scott held long sessions with Cloud, having him learn
from the book first before revealing the secret cellar library; there was
enough to do just with that. Everyone was busy with their guests, with
duties managing what was becoming a rather large household, and with
sessions in the schoolroom. Mama Désirée was nowhere to be seen, and so
they could only guess as to the next task she had in mind for the group.
In another couple of days Lawyer Toogood brought word that the sale was
ready to complete, so Scott joined him at the Parish courthouse where all
was arranged. The official handed over the key, which Scott accepted with
ceremony, never letting on that he already had a copy. Returning from the
sale, Scott filed away the papers in good order and then asked King and
Cloud if they wanted to search the house with him. Cloud had been given
the full story of LeRoc, of course. So the three, Scott and King armed
with pistols, Scott with his ring as well, but with LeRoc's ring in his
pocket, crossed the street and entered the house, no longer furtively and
in secret.
Taking the location of the safe as a hint, Scott suggested that they first
look behind every painting, curtain, and cabinet in the house. No new
safes or hiding places were found, and Scott was very glad of this, for he
did not want to have to arrange for what remained of LeRoc to return to
open another strongbox. In the safe to which he had written down the
combination, Scott pulled out the gold and jewels, which he intended to
take to his bank at the first opportunity. He found a book of the ring,
evidently LeRoc's copy, in the safe he had overlooked before. He also
found papers giving the history of the Frères: originating in France in the
16th century, their magic had grown gradually even as rings and books had
been passed down. The purpose of the magic had varied given the historical
circumstances; it was only in relatively recent years that Frères in
Louisiana--and so far as he could tell, they were only there, in this
country--had found a use for their powers in combating voodoo. Scott
found no information on how many rings and books there were in the world,
nor where others may have been located; for all he knew, the fifty or so in
southern Louisiana was the totality of the order.
One thing Scott did notice is that his own name appeared on the list of
Frères, but not his Uncle Balthazar, now deceased. Studying the list more
closely, he realized that it was likely that only currently living owners
were written there. He saw no history of any given ring, nor any
indication of a line of succession in rings.
Leaving books alone, the three searched the entire house. In the room
where King had been chained, Cloud seemed powerfully moved, grasping the
iron links and bars and putting his head down, tears running down his high
cheekbones. Scott surmised that he was picking up a whole history of abuse
and unkindness from the materials. King found some tools in the kitchen
building and working together, the three had the machinery of evil
dismantled in quick order and taken to the alley for pickup by the junk
dealers.
Nothing else remarkable was found in the house, although as Scott surmised
it was a large one. Guest bedrooms seemed dusty, evidently not having been
used in a long time. This much of the search took up most of their day.
Leaving the house and locking it well, Scott had packed up the gold and
jewels in an innocent looking case, and all three walked to the bank, Scott
trying to saunter as if he carried nothing of importance, but King and
Scott both keeping their hands near the handles of their pistols. Scott
deposited the treasure and then they made their way home.
It was late afternoon and the three sat in the library, enjoying a brandy
after their stressful day. Scott pulled out LeRoc's ring and the book.
And then--perhaps it was just curiosity, perhaps the calling of the ring
itself--he thought he would try an experiment. He turned to Cloud and
said, "pay close attention. If something goes amiss, pull the ring off."
He put his own ring on the finger of one hand. Then picking up LeRoc's
ring, he slipped it on the finger of his other hand.
This time the world DID change. He felt slammed back in his chair, he felt
as if electricity arced between the rings on both his hands, he felt as if
ancient beings speaking in forgotten languages occupied his head. He did
not know if he possessed vast power or was being overpowered. He felt a
thousand storms gathering in the room. He felt----he felt Cloud pull the
ring forcibly from his finger, and his world collapsed back into the
familiar. Quickly, he even removed his own ring from his hand. Cloud had
dropped the ring on the desk, it having felt hot to the touch.
"Alright, that answers that," he said. "One ring at a time. LeRoc did not
know what he was seeking, really. Cloud," he said, pushing the ring toward
the Indian boy. "I am giving this to you." He took the precaution of
writing a statement to that effect and having King put his signature there
in witness--yes, King could write now! Scott gave the statement, the
ring, and the book that went with that ring to Cloud. The Indian boy took
the ring in the palm of his hand, now legally its owner.
"I can see long years here," he said. "I feel...I feel power, also triumph
and defeat. There is much power here. I will use it carefully, and only
after I understand it," he said. Scott nodded in agreement. And then for
the rest of that day, Scott instructed Cloud carefully in the basic uses
and powers of the ring, showing him how to navigate the book. Cloud proved
to be a quick student, and a lot of progress was made. One more incident
happened that surprised and mystified them, however. Scott thought he
should add Cloud's name to the list of Frères. So he pulled out the list,
and then dropped it, crying out. Cloud rushed to his side to see what was
the matter. Cloud's name was already there. The two looked at each other.
Somehow the list, or the paper it was written on, was enchanted and added
new owners by itself. Evidently, then, it dropped off those who were
deceased. Neither Cloud nor Scott understood this, and chalked it up as
another mystery.
Three days later, the talisman appeared on the door of the kitchen, and the
people prepared for visitors. Usually, nobody retired for the evening
until the new guests were received; there was too much excitement, and if
it turned out to be a large group, much help would be needed. Everyone was
sitting in the kitchen chatting at about 11:30 when there was an insistent
but quiet knocking at the kitchen door. This departure from the usual
procedure put everyone on alert. Scott and King made sure their pistols
were ready, Scott slipped on the ring, and opened the door.
In stumbled André, Lawyer Beaulieu's nephew, who had conducted most of the
fugitives to and from the house. He looked up and down the alley quickly
and then shut the door, leaning against it, panting. There was a shocked
silence in the kitchen. Scott cleared his throat and asked, "What
happened?"
André held up his hand for a moment while he recovered his breath.
"Brandy" Scott whispered to Sampson, who ran to fetch a glass. André stood
there a few moments more, as if listening, and then slumped into a kitchen
chair, accepting the glass that Sam handed him.
"We were discovered," he said, "about four blocks from here. The police
patrol for fugitives sometimes, but somehow they must have been tipped off
at the docks. I fled from the wagon and came here. I am fairly sure I
escaped them and was unobserved." Everyone in the kitchen gasped or
murmured at this unhappy news. "I fled," André repeated. "It is what we
are taught to do. The wagon and horse cannot be traced."
The same thought seemed to come to everyone at once. King spoke it: "And
the fugitives?" he asked. André hung his head and croaked out one word:
"Taken." Gasps and then sobs ran throughout the room. Several of the
people put their heads down on the table. Scott leaned against the wall,
averting his eyes. The younger people wept, while among the older ones
there were no dry eyes. King clenched his fists and, turning to the wall,
kicked it viciously. They fully understood the implications. Taken, and
returned to slavery, hopes dashed, punishment almost certain. As if by
common agreement, nobody asked how many, or what age--it would have been
too painful to picture.
Scott pulled himself together and wheeled around. "Is it too late to
pursue them?" he asked, fingering his pistol, the ring suddenly feeling hot
on his finger. "We are not without resources for recovering them." André
shook his head no, dismally. "There were too many police and marshalls,
and by now I don't know which direction they will have been taken. We must
do our work in stealth. The day for armed resistance may be coming, but
not yet." He wiped away tears from his face.
The group sat quietly talking for as long as they needed to get through the
pain. They were grateful for the presence of others around them. For that
night, everybody wanted intimacy but not sex. André was put to bed in the
servants' quarters, where the authorities would have to go through several
layers of the people in the house before getting to him. Scott and King
loaded shotguns from the game room, King sitting by the front door and
Scott in the kitchen where he could command the locked alley door and also
the courtyard. Cloud, no stranger to arms, volunteered to walk sentry
through the wings of the house with a shotgun as well.
Hours later, the sun rose after a sad and sleepless night. André judged
that he could safely leave the house, but Scott insisted on coming with him
until the creole reached a neighborhood where he turned, shook Scott's
hand, and thanked him, but told him he should come no farther. Scott stood
there watching André slip into the tangle of houses and crooked streets and
disappear, then Scott returned to the house.
Later that day, nobody was surprised by a visit from Mama Désirée. The
whole group sat around the dining room table. She affirmed that André had
done the right thing: the loss of a conductor might be catastrophic,
leading to an exposure of whole networks of workers on the Railroad. The
horse and wagon could not be traced, so their loss could be overcome.
Several things became clear in the conversation. First, the authorities
would know that some house in the vicinity had been the intended
destination of the fugitives, and so would be patrolling that neighborhood.
It was best to discontinue delivery of fugitives to here for a while.
Scott sat thinking for a moment and then asked Mama Désirée whether it
might succeed to transfer fugitives in broad daylight, since deliveries in
the afternoon were less likely to draw suspicion than a wagon rolling down
a residential street at midnight. Mama Désirée thought about it for a
while.
"Let me think," she said. "Cover of night is useful because there are
fewer to see," she said.
"Yes, but with the ring I have powers of concealment and disguise," said
Scott, "and soon Cloud will have those abilities as well. We could be
meeting the fugitives on the docks during daylight and using our powers to
convey them here, and then back to ships when they are ready for
departure."
"That would involve you more directly and more dangerously," Mama Désirée
said. Scott and Cloud looked at one another and merely shrugged. "Yes,
ma'am," Scott said. Mama Désirée managed a bleak smile. "Let me think and
plan," she said. "Oh," she added, "André returned safely. I am grateful
to you," she said. And then she departed.
For the rest of the day, the usual good spirits of the people gradually
returned. It helped that they had never met the captured fugitives, and
had no basis for imagining their plight in any realistic detail. Scott
redoubled his efforts to instruct Cloud in the uses of the ring and the
spells from the book, and the Indian boy bent to his labor with a sense of
purpose. The happiness of the house gradually rolled back in, bolstered
now with an increased sense of mission in combating slavery.
Sampson and James had been whispering and laughing in corners that
afternoon, and at dinner they suggested to Scott that he put up a silver
dollar as the prize in a competition. Being asked to explain, they proposed
that the males of the house should line up naked in dog position on the
edge of a bed. The three females were invited to pull up chairs as an
audience, and Cleopatra would be in charge of a small hourglass that
measured two minutes. The males would be in order of age, and thus also of
size, so: Sampson, James, Cloud, Scott, King. Sampson would begin, and
would have two minutes to fuck the butt of each male in line: he would
start with James, after two minutes go to Cloud, and so forth, coming back
around to James if he lasted that long. Two minutes of pumping, then
moving on. The prize would be awarded to the male who received the most
number of ejaculations in his bottom.
The group roared with laughter at the suggestion, but they were intrigued.
Everybody agreed it would be the first time that everyone in the house was
in some way participating in the same sexual game at the same time. Scott
thought privately that the odds were stacked in favor of Sampson and James,
whose smaller, tighter anuses seemed most likely to milk a rigid penis
successfully, but it was only a dollar, so he agreed to fund the prize.
After dinner there was a session in the schoolroom, but everyone was so
excited by the prospect of the evening's entertainment that they had
trouble concentrating. Scott called it off early and they all rushed to
his bedroom. Cleopatra, Niobe, and Delilah pulled up chairs along one side
of Scott's bed, to make an audience, but not before helping the five males
to undress. Five erect penises in a beautiful array of colors now stood
rampant. Each male greased his penis well, but also his own anus, and then
got into position on the edge of the bed in order. They realized that King
might need to have his feet on the floor and to lie flat on the bed to make
himself available to the others, but that was no problem.
No sooner were the males in position than Niobe and Delilah announced that
they would help in the preparations. Taking the grease pot, they went up
and down the line sticking one and then two fingers into each anus, making
small circles so as to relax each orifice. Sitting back down they called
for Sampson to begin, and Cleopatra made ready her two minute hourglass.
The twelve year old mulatto boy jumped to his feet and took position
standing up behind James, quickly inserting his rigid brown penis into the
dark chocolate thirteen year old boy. He set up a quick rhythm. The
females called out encouragement, enjoying the sight of his coffee and
cream buttocks clenching and unclenching. Then Cleopatra called time and
Sam pulled out, immediately shifting over to Cloud and landing himself in
the sixteen year old Indian boy. More pumping, now slapping Cloud's rump
with his hand, and time was called again. Sam shifted to Scott, impaling
the white man quickly, and he was about a minute into it when he came, his
whole body tensing, his buttocks pushing forward into Scott, shuddering for
a moment. Then, with a big grin on his face, he withdrew, trailing a few
drops of semen, and went back into position next to James at the start of
the line.
Now James stood up behind Cloud's waiting copper brown bottom and slipped
inside, his passage made easier by Sampson's efforts. His dark chocolate
body worked with great effort as he pumped in and out, in and out. Time
was called and he shifted to Scott, sliding in very easily on a slick of
Sampson's semen. James's whole body was working as he pumped, breathing
hard, seizing the white man's haunches to steady himself. Time again, and
he shifted to King who had yet to be impaled, and made short work of it,
but he had to go on his tip toes to land his purple dark rod into King's
heavily muscled bottom. King grunted, and then could be seen pushing back
helpfully into James's thrusts. Time, and James, nearly staggering, came
back to the start of the line and pushed into Sampson, the twelve year old
giving a gasp at his first penetration of the evening. James did not last
in him but a moment and cried out, knees buckling, body arching as he shot
his load of semen into the boy. There was polite applause as James resumed
his position on the bed.
Now Cloud rose and steadying himself on his feet behind Scott, pushed in.
His long black hair swayed back and forth as his slim tube of a copper
penny colored body braced against the white man's bottom, his dark copper
brown penis pumping in and out. Then over to King for the same, slapping
King's massive rounded bottom as he pumped. Time, and over to Sampson, who
moaned at being invaded, and then quick pumping. Everyone could tell Cloud
was nearly ready as he withdrew from Sam, and was not inside James but a
moment before he came inside the thirteen year old dark chocolate bottom,
gasping and shuddering as he filled him.
Scott began with King, of course, and had to be reminded twice to withdraw
when time was called, so much was he enjoying himself. Back around to Sam,
then James, Cloud again, and then the white man was landed back in King,
breathing like a long distance runner now. Time was called and he withdrew
reluctantly, went back over to Sam, and had no sooner impaled him than he
came, shuddering and clenching, adding his semen to Cloud's and James's
spunk.
Finally, King took position behind Sampson, after inserting a pillow under
the boy's pelvis to raise him, and pushed his massive penis into the
mulatto boy. Ordinarily it would have been a labor for both to fit King's
heavy, rigid, iron hard black rod inside Sam, but that orifice was
stretched fully and well lubricated by semen. Time, and he switched to
James, who was likewise well lubricated and able to take him. As King's
powerful legs and buttocks slammed his penis in and out of a bottom, the
bed shook. Time, and over to Cloud, and here everyone was surprised by
King's eagerness and speed; they expected him to make it around to Sam at
least, but he was almost out of time in Cloud and he clenched, slamming
forward, the sixteen year old Indian boy not yet used to his huge organ and
crying out. King held Cloud's buttocks tightly against his groin with his
strong hands as he continued to clench, to give little quick pumps, as he
jacked out one spurt of semen after another. Then he was done.
The females all applauded, the males stood and bowed, their penises slick
and leaking, and Sampson was presented with the prize for having received
the most ejaculations. As Scott foresaw, the deck was stacked! Chattering
excitedly, they all went to the shower bath to wash to men and boys, and
the females vowed to invent some similar entertainment for another time.
Everyone paired or tripled up for a restful evening, and a long day ended.
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